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WILD IMAGINATION

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The fish fly through the air,
As the birds swim in the sea,
I see you,
But never me,
I can’t picture,
Even my own face,
But I can imagine it in any way,
Truthfully I close my eyes,
And don’t know what I look like,
But I can still see you,
Beautiful as can be,
I’m sure your children are too and shall be, you’ll see..
But the horses wallop like a seal,
And the seal is the faster runner on any field,
And the human race is maid of elastic,
If I’m right it’s some kind of plastic,
And no I can see your own imaginations go,
I don’t play with them blow up dolls,
If I’m not with someone,
My hand does a lovely job,
Ha-ha,
But the white clouds is the grass,
And we no longer have to wipe our ass,
Or any child’s ass,
You parents and older siblings know about that,
Yet we climb the plains,
And the high mountains,
There we do our swimming,
And have fun doing it as well,
And what about the rodeo?
They tie our nuts up,
And we buck the bulls off,
The dogs,
We are the pets of,
Do tricks and fetch their stuff,
But they are not our masters,
We still rule the land,
But there is no need for any kind of game plan,
The T-bone steaks and prime ribs,
Come strait out of the ground,
And the best red wine is our rain,
That’s where it’s found,
Now if you wanted to go under,
You’d have to go up,
As you hear the cat walk by,
And say, “what’s down”,
The cat is really asking, “what’s up”,
The elephants wouldn’t have the long nose,
It would be the monkeys that we know,
And where would be our beds,
So that we may rest our heads,
It would be on the ceiling,
For it would be our floor,
As a matter of fact,
Where the hell would we put our doors?
Imagination can be a weird thing,
It could be wild and funny,
Oh shit my nose is actually running,
I’ve lost it where did it go?
Ah, there it is hiding in the snow,
But what we would know we wouldn’t know,
And what we didn’t know we did know,
And we where good to show,
That which we didn’t know,
Now here is a weird one that is actually a fact,
The furthest away from me,
Is me,
I’d have to circle the whole world,
To get back to me,
You see?
Ha-ha,
I like that,
I hope you do, for those who get that,
A wild imagination,
The circumference is non-existent,
There is no up or down in its existence,
No beginning nor end..
Oh, just one more thing,
This has to do with no imagining,
I love you my family,
I love you my friends…

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01/14/2002

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